The old preach to those who don’t give a shit
as the young throw them out of their punk pulpit.
Pop is a dream dreaming of pop
and what you can do and what the others could not.
Some old stay young
and some young who never were get unceremoniously thrown.
Sing the songs you love and ditch the ones you don’t unsung.
Pop dreamers decorate their own.
I look around at powers that be.
Feel powerless unplugged with no volts energy.
Arrogantly know I’m right
and dream pop every night.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
